Poetry

Off the top of my head; the tip of my fingers; the tongue of my soul. if i lay my troubles down before you could you stop the pain and find an end to all these tears cascading down as rain give me courage and the strength to stand up on my own to face each new day as it comes to learn to walk alone take my fears and all my dreams keep the two apart leave nothing but a memory impressioned as a heart present a smile upon my face and laughter in my eyes let peacefulness invade my soul

Wonder

How comely you are sir. The finest of them all. Wearing a hat upon your head to make you ten feet tall.

Look at those gloves! So white as snow. As white as the fur that in the night does glow.

Oh maiden not so fair, don’t kill us for this deed. My head is just so heavy, I fear I can’t be freed.

Why is a raven like a writing desk? What a riddle I do recall! Pull yourself together lad! You’ll do nothing else but fall.

And through the glass; the peeking eye, shadows do we seek. Of a girl once lost, who is no more, walking in her sleep. Awaken child! Should you not rise from this slumber, do fear all. The Queen is out to get your head, the knights do heed her call. If you step beyond that world, that which is full of the sane. Lost yourself forever you have, to the pretty kitties game.